High Cuck Poem

Yonder on the horizonSights of terrifying proportion.Those whom your aunt and even the poor shun.Stampede of hipstersAll wearing beanies.To be frank they looked like a bunch of wienies. Shoulder bump meWhilst on the sidewalk.No apology. Just smirks as they continue to gossip talk. From a safe distance I holler to watch yourselves.My stomach aches from eating too many bivalves.Their response to whichWas of characteristic fashionThey accused myself of being a non vegan fascist.My faith says to turn the cheek.Check engine glows in my HummerThoughts running, tears flowing, battery dead. Goddamn Bummer.